Vastness

One day a God-fearing man said, “Let us make a new web site and call it love.org. We will link every song and every prayer and every blog and book on the subject. Hurry, turn out your pockets. We shall be experts!”
So they did as the man suggested, but each in turn grew disappointed. For all they heaped, the pile got no bigger, and what they left out only became more obvious by its absence.
A woman saw what they were doing.
Why are you so glum?, she said
“We are trying to improve the world”, they announced, ‘But we have failed, and miserably at that.’
Why are you surprised?, she said, Love cannot be collected.
It is as warm as igloo kisses and who can collect those?
If every signpost in the world were piled at its centre
Wouldn’t everyone soon be utterly lost?
“What do you know about it?”, they brooded.
I know that love is like looking at the stars. There’s always more in the corner of your eye. The longer you gaze at the vastness of the heavens, the more uncertain you become.
“Who are you?”, the men said, “What is your name?”
I am the vastness of the heavens, replied the woman
And my name is Nothing.